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So I'm sitting on the couch, talking to Wayne. The swirls of smoke wafting up, the shrooms kicking in. There's a statue of a sitting Buddha in the corner, and the dog is asleep and snoring. We get to talking... it starts as nothing in particular but as the evening progresses the questions get deeper. Tell me about this thing, and how did that thing make you feel. Suddenly I'm 6 years old again and asking some... valid questions. It took an entire evening, but eventually the demons talked to me. They are not demons. They are teachers, and for the longest time I would not listen. And as I'm listening to Wayne's questions and commentary, that's when I realize... there are 2 Buddhas in this room....